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Sunday, 29 March 2015

I've had to edit the snot out of this to get anything to show up, courtesy of my fussy cheap scanner. It's too bad, because part of the fun of using tri-tones is the unexpected things you get when you start shading, and that's totally missing from the scan. It's weird, someone like me liking that random factor that's a part of tri-tones, but I do.

Anyway, the Illustration Friday prompt is outside, and this is me doodling part of a bouquet of daffodils that my father bought me. Yeah, doodling "outside" inside. It's way too early for actual daffodils here.

I suppose flowers would be enough for the word outside, but Dad didn't buy me daffodils at random. April is Daffodil Month in support of the Canadian Cancer Society (and maybe other international societies? I'll have to look). The daffodil's meant to be a symbol of strength and courage for cancer patients/survivors and their families, amongst other things.

How does that fit with outside? Well, I can only imagine that finding yourself in the world of cancer treatment makes you feel outside of a lot of things -- your former life, life in general, the understanding of well-meaning people...

Yeah, that'd be me. I simply can't truly understand what it's like because I've been lucky so far. Lucky for myself, but also in my family. One aunt by marriage and one very old great-grandmother is all (and I know how unusual that is). A couple of friends. And I can't even pretend to understand what it's like.

I can support, though, and you can too. Buy a bouquet. Wear a pin. And be there for those in your life that haven't been so lucky.

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The Mutterer

I've been meaning to change my profile for a while. Into a sock puppet, maybe...

Ok, about me. I'm a naturalist/interpreter and I work, oddly enough, at a nature centre. I doodle a bit but I'm not an artist, I've been known to perform onstage in the past but not so much anymore, and I really wish that idiots weren't allowed to drive pick-up trucks.